Needing, some perspective
The reflection on the ground
Imperfections never meeting
Expectations, always seeking
Where I find that I can't see
My face in the mirror anymore
And it's dark in the room
So I pick up a shard off the floor
And in writing down the feelings
I'm unleashing, I'm relieving
All my hurt so I don't have it twice
But then I turn off the ceiling light
And I have to face the night
Where I find that I can't see
My face in the mirror anymore
And it's dark in the room
So I pick up a shard off the floor
I guarantee it won't make you feel right
I guarantee it will make you feel right now
I'm well versed in the art of
I ever wore multiple bracelets
To hide the fact I can't face the night
And I can't hide behind what I write
And I'm frightened by my own appearance
Because it's broken and speaks incoherent lies
Of struggles and fears vocalized
And it all ties back to the time
You threw the stone that broke me
Emotionally, I'm in a rut
And I keep using the shards